Someone lightly poked me which made me easily loose balance. I fell foreword and span round to face the stranger. Funny how everything went in slow motion. I smiled at my silly thought and then laughed a bit.

“Thank You.” I whispered to him, I hope he heard. The tears in my eyes turned from sad to happy tears at the thought of seeing Yunho again.

But out of no where a hand grabbed my wrist and held on firmly.

“Let go” I said, trying to calm my voice.

“No.” Was all he said to make me snap.

“I said let go. I want to go see Yunho oppa.” His eyes looked sad at the mention of oppa’s name.

“I know. Before he um . . . passed away he told me to watch you because um . . . he thought u were um . . .” I watched him struggle with his words. I didn’t have time for this.

“Suicidal?” I finished for him. “He thought I was suicidal?” I asked again in disbelief, how could Yunho think that way? But then again I am the one wanting to jump of the stupid building.

“So I am.” I said. “Now if you let go I coul--” before I could finish my sentence, he pulled me up to stand next to him.